So I wrote this and was going to enter it in to a competion, called "the bridgeport writing competion". But I completely forgot to finish it and missed the deadline. so i thought i may as well post it on here :)
enjoy.
There
is no pleasant way to die.
I
could bite your head off, you could die all together barely being
touched but then the acid hits and your slowly burn and melt in to
the nothingness, I could force you to kiss as I watched, or press you
together in a sixty nine position then after you have been
humiliated, I will bite you both and end it quickly for you. I'm kind
like that.
God
damn I love gummy-bears.
Sitting
in the dark save for the white glow of my computer screen, I wonder
if I should draw my curtains closed, they are no longer serving there
daytime purpose of letting light in so I will let them start there
night time duty of keeping murders and monsters from looking in. I’m
typing to win the Bridgeport prize, I wasn't going to enter because I
saw little point in paying money I don't have to enter a competition
I cant win, but I have had words swirling around my head for months
now so either I am meant to be a writer or I am a crazy person, well
actually why not both?
I
want to be a writer, I think I always have really. Well apart from
that small phase went I wanted to be a pokemon trainer. But after I
realised pokemon didn’t exist and if they did pokemon training
would most likely be illegal for being straight up animal abuse, I
got over that and went back to the whole writing thing, the kind of
writer I want to be … no scratch that the kind of person I want to
be is that sort of super cool in between level of famous where you
can walk around with out bodyguards or paparazzi following you, but
your fans will recognise you and ask for pictures or autographs, a
bit like Zooey Deschanel I love Zooey Deschanel, she has the exact
perfect level of fame.
Ok
I am rambling, I just thought you should get to know me a bit before
I carried on, so you could see im not crazy. But after re reading
what I just typed I feel I have done the exact opposite of what I
intended, oh well cant go back now, I'm on a typewriter. Just kidding
i'm not some hipster wannabe that takes his/her incredibly
pretentious, has to be retro typewriter to Starbucks (which by the
way must be so inconvenient and way more hassle then its worth) all
just for attention, or to Instagram it to your millions of hipster
followers. I have Instagram by the way, but I only have 7 followers
and i'm pretty sure 3 of them are scambots.
Have
you read the book grow up by ben brooks? I have I gave it 3 stars on
goodreads but I can't
get
it out of my head so maybe it deserved more? i dunno. have you read
junior by macaulay
culkin?
i have. for a while it was my favorite book it was the first book i
read for a second time,
both
of these books are completely different but they are similar in the
fact i liked them because
they
are totally random and completely pointless, like seriously you
finish them and genuinely
wonder
what the heck was the moral or conclusion, there is no kind of
overall cathartic (is that
the
right word i'm looking for? probably not.) end.
I
want this story to be like those ones, i did have a story, I started
for this competition. it was
about
a girl stuck in the same day over and over, like groundhog day. but i
found it boring and
struggled
to continue.(good sell, bridie really instilled confidence in your
skills there) do you want
to
read some of it?
To
late its happening….. now.
How many days in a year?
You all probably just answered 365
right? Wrong. One. There is one day, that is it and I have lived that
one day over for 1090 days. Bill Murray
hasn’t got shit on me.
If you are wondering what happened, I
can’t help answer that, I have no idea. but the one thing I am sure
of is I am all alone and fucked. To be
honest I didn’t even realize the days hadn’t changed for about a
week, I rarely interact with others or
go outside unless necessary, but after the eighth time of my teacher
going over the same algebra lesson I
started to catch on.
I have watched everything on TV at
least 3 times over and I have eaten the same crappy mac and cheese
my mum makes almost everyday for three
years, I don’t know how my mum hasn’t noticed my aging she
sometimes stares at my face for long
periods over dinner but never questions me, I guess she puts it down
to puberty. I do my part by keeping my
style the same and wearing baggy hoodies to cover up the breasts
that to her would have developed over
night.
Within the first few months of this, I
tried to figure out how to change things. I stopped going to school
(what’s the point) and I spent my
days at the library or blockbuster video, trying to do all the
research I
could on time loops or what ever the
hell this is, I have watched groundhog day over and over to see what
I need to do, but I haven’t found any
answers, I have apologised to all the people I might have wronged, I
have given to charity, I have helped
old people cross the street, I even saved a freaking cat from a tree,
but nothing has worked. I’m currently
reading a few books on the topic but as this is usually something
that is fictional I don’t have a very
good jumping off point.
I
wrote more, but i can't show you all of it. got a word count to watch
for, haha.
1002.
if
you found that story interesting, or thought it had potential. please
dont tell me, i think i would
prefer
not to know that i carried on with the wrong one (sobs quietly)
do
you know who else i admire? well of course you dont , you dont even
know who i am, and
even
if you did know (which would be creepy) you cant exactly answer me,
at best you can talk
to
the page in front of you, but that would be weird. anyway the person
i admire is mindy lahiri
(not
mindy kaling the actress who plays her) the actual character, she is
literally my spirit animal (not quite sure what that means, if its
sexual then i think i take it back). anyway the reason why,
is
because the charater, does and says things, that i think and feel but
in a way more human and
genuine
way then other tv characters.
